botrychium lunaria

peculiar paradox

spring drops a hot sun 

to melt 

water from ice on 44 million years of rising 

expectant green tendrils tremble in thrill & tender

breaking thru 

to cup the sun 

a thousand meters above the sea 

bees to blue to bells 

spring 

mercury on your doorstep

mercury is wearing a flocked coat of iridescent starlings always late she bends to the dinner table where winter wheat sprouts across the blue velvet tablecloth that is a river of carelessness dotted with pods of pelicans white white drinking earl grey from tiny china teacups                                                                     a young star pressed against mercury's heart cries to the chaos of the dark 

skin to scales

 i believe we transform into birds 

as we age 

watching skin on m y forearm 

once tight dewy youthful ignorance tight 

cells now expand

wider larger deeper 

like the scales on a cranes leg 

scales 

fusing our life past to present 

fusing our lie to a thing with feathers 

muscles shrink to bone 

articulation becomes more mechanical 

as our cells transform to birds 

we seek the sky 

pressed between two seasons

March 

winter to spring 

lion to lamb 

golden to green 

fold your cards upon the table 

listen while the crimson crowned birds fly .... 

these days against spring

day so very bright ...

cloudless blue domed sky 

where both things true;

winter's wind pressed against the trembling green waking 

of spring 

birds 

sing 

pressed against a forecast of rain & snow & cold 

birds sing 

cranes dance 

the river flows away from winter 

towards promise 

birds sing 

crane season

 the golden pierces ... boldly at first 

then with a delicate arrow to the heart 

rolling spring-waking prairie 

birds 

gather to dance & feed & lounge under a sun 

bright and leaning west 

to rouse the plains to that one solitary white feathered thing 

regal 

the only sign the only signal to flight 

is a lean 

ever so subtle & decided 

to a rising joy ---

black-tipped wings 

these days

these days 

words like comets come 

in meter 

rhyme 

beauty 

lashing fire & fury 

a speed unclocked 

unknown equations of fleeting light 

words come 

       and are gone 

before I can find my hand to write